Like my mother, I’ve always looked younger than my age.

I know. I know. It’s a curse to be carded when you’re in your 40s.  🙂

In 1991, I was 26 years old and on a road trip up the west coast of the United States with my boyfriend. In Oregon, we came across a site where we could take an elevator down into a huge cave on the edge of the water that was filled with sea lions. In the shop, my boyfriend hauled out a $10 and bought the tickets. Continue reading “Travel Shorts – Oregon” →